I'm a 35 year old, mother of two. I drive a school bus for a living. I don't know why. I guess I wasn't going insane fast enough.
Name: Dixie
 
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
I hurt in places that I forgot I had. After letting myself go, like I do at times, this is why it is so hard for me to get back up on the exercising wagon. My legs are the worst. Hurts to sit down and hurts to stand up. The lunges and plies are killing me!! Now on to the fun stuff: Dear Sweet Baby Jesus,  Labels: exercise, fatass, open letters Posted by Dixie @ 3:02 PM | (5) tried the house special |
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Ok. After yesterday's revelation, I got on the scale this morning. It's a little worse than I thought it was. I haven't hit 150 yet, but not by much. Labels: fatass Posted by Dixie @ 7:00 AM | (3) tried the house special |
Monday, August 24, 2009
Your choice. Awww. Thanks for saying it was the skirt. But we all know that it is my ass's fault that I popped the button on my fave skirt. With all the stress over the summer, I started eating like a pig. And it shows. So. Here I am, once again, having to get my shit together and lose some weight. Y'all, this shit gets old. What happened to the good ol' days where eating a box of Twinkies was alright and didn't automatically make your ass spread by 4 inches?? And what happened to working out being fun? When did it become just another fucking chore that I hate to do? And since we're posing questions here; Why is it that the weight I lose and gain is ALL in my midsection? I fucking hate that shit. I either can't button my shit up, or I am a victim of the muffin top syndrome. Either way, it sucks. Tomorrow (I know, I know. It's always tomorrow.) I'll be starting a new workout routine (one that hopefully ends up being fun and not chore like at all), eating healthier and drinking my 5,000 gallons of water. I'll let you know how that goes. Labels: fatass, weight loss Posted by Dixie @ 2:02 PM | (4) tried the house special |
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I mentioned the bullshit that happened to me over the summer. Getting laid off and then being called and told that I could come back. Yes? Good. Well, the route they had in mind for me was not one I would have chosen for myself, but I was not about to complain because, you know, I need my job and shit. Well, Friday, I went to the bus shop to get a copy of my bus route so that I could spend the weekend driving around familiarizing myself with the route. I was promptly informed that things had changed and they gave that route to someone else. At first, I thought "Cool! Maybe the route they will give me would be one closer to home!" Not so much. They replaced the other route with a route from the "alternative" school. You know, the school where they send the kids who are nothing but problems. The ones who LIKE to be assholes. Yeah. They gave that shit to me. My response was "I don't want it." Flat out told him that I didn't want that route. My kids are not going to spend hours of their day being exposed to societies rejects. Sorry. Not hapennin'. He said he'd see what he could do and left it at that. He called me Friday evening and told me to come into his office Monday at 9am and he'd let me know what he had for me to do. Well, the mere fact that he has me showing up at 9am means that I'm not going to be driving a route. So no I'm thinking that the fucker is gonna lay me off. Again. But no. I was not that lucky. He has me answering phones from 9am to 1pm. Now, think. First day of school, in a county where they have done a COMPLETE overhaul of all routes. First you have parents that wait until the first day of school to try and find out what bus their kids will be riding and what time it will pick them up. This is something you should do at least a week before school. This is not our responsibility to make sure that YOU get the information. They are YOUR kids, take some fucking initiative. Then you have parents who are angry that the buses are running late on the first day of school. (One lady actually said to me "I have more important shit to do. I don't want to be standing on this street corner with my kid all morning." To which I replied "Well, leave him there alone. I mean, what are the chances that a pedophile will come past that particular street corner while he stands there? And even if one did, the kid's not as important as the other shit you have to do? Right??" I'm still waiting to hear from someone about that. I'm sure it will bite me in the ass soon.) I mean, it's the first fucking day people!! Where the fuck have y'all been hiding? The buses run slow the first week or so of school EVERY FUCKING YEAR!!! Why are y'all so surprised? Then you have people who are stupid enough to stand around outside and wait for more than an hour for the bus. Your kids should be getting to school: 7:30 for elementary, 8 for middle and 8:15 for high school. If you are still standing out side at 9am?? The bus is NOT coming!! Then you have the ass holes who think that we are taxi cabs and should be doing front door service. Hate to say this, but your x-box 360 playing, fat ass children could use the exercise, let them walk to the street corner. Then you have shitheads who just aren't happy. Period. And they want to bitch about the time the bus is supposed to pick up their kid, where the kid is being picked up, about the color of the bus and about the damn bus driver wearing brown boots. My suggestion, take that little fuckwad to school yourself if you don't like the other option. This is the shit that I've had to listen to for the last 2 days at work. And for now, that is what I get to continue to listen too, until they "figure out" what to do with me. I'm seriously contemplating taking up smoking and drinking from a flask stashed in my purse. Labels: bus driver, work Posted by Dixie @ 1:36 PM | (6) tried the house special |
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
At the end of the school year meeting, they told us that because of the economy, they (the county) was going to have to restructure the transportation department. Which to me sounded a lot like "Bitch, since you low on the totem pole, you are out of a job!" When I voiced my concern, I was told that, that was not the way it was going to be. There were a few people who would be let go because of their full time job (third shift prison guards who would not be able to get to work on time in the morning). Then there were the people who are on Social Security or Disability and could not work the new hours. And if they needed to lay off people after that, then they would start with the people who had gotten unsatisfactory on their evaluations. Then my concern became all the time that I missed due to Telullah's surgeries. I was again reassured that the time I missed would not come into play. YEAH RIGHT!! About three weeks after the last day of school, my boss called me and asked me to meet with him at his office. And of course I was let go because of the time I missed from work. Needless to say, I was pissed the fuck off. Mostly because I was lied too, but also because it wasn't like I was calling in sick just because I didn't feel like coming to work. I had missed those days because MY DAUGHTER WAS HAVING SURGERY. And they were told in ADVANCE that I would be out those days. Hell, I even told my boss IN THE INTERVIEW, BEFORE he hired me, that I would be unable to come to work on those days. He didn't have a problem with it then......why now?? (as a side note, I have been given my job back, seems that someone decided they didn't like the new way they are doing things) Anyhoo, earlier in the year, I had taken my kids to a fund raising thing for cancer and while walking around with my kids, I realized they had everything under the sun there but face painting. When I got home that evening, I started doing some research and could not find any face painters on this side of Atlanta. Which got me to thinking...."Hell, I could do that shit!!" So, I started looking on youtube for some tutorials (gotta love youtube) and watched a few, then ordered up some face paints and business cards and then began experimenting with my kids. This is my very first try:
Here is my business card:
Here are a few more samples:
Well, you get the idea. I have already done a couple of birthday parties and was hired by a local restaurant to paint faces on "family night." Hope that turns into a regular gig. And I'm hoping that sometime in the future I'll be able to quit driving a bus and just do the face painting. That would be awesome!! Labels: face painting, work Posted by Dixie @ 7:45 AM | (12) tried the house special |
Friday, July 31, 2009
All by myself. This is what the failing economy has done to me. I used to pay someone else to do it, and now I'm buying cheap hair color (and by cheap, i don't mean the hair dye was cheap, i mean i got it cheap. cuz i'm good like that with coupons and shit) at CVS and doing it my damn self. Before
After
After it was done, my kids told me how pretty it was and my husband told me it wasn't the right color. I felt so loved and beautiful. *sigh* Then my son tells me this morning that he misses the old hair and wants me to get it back. Sure thing big boy. Let me wiggle my little nose here and see what I can conjure up. TOUGH TURDS!! Live with it! Mama likes it. And THAT is all that matters!! Labels: hair Posted by Dixie @ 8:07 AM | (5) tried the house special | |
